The Changing of the
SeasonsThe
day the Lord called Matthew home, many of us were celebrating Labor Day. I have been thinking a lot about this. Labor Day represents the changing of the
seasons, from summer to winter. And what
a wonderful summer we have all been blessed with. For almost 28 months, we were given the
honor, the joy, the privilege to raise the most precious little boy, I believe,
that God ever created. Matthew laughed. Matthew loved. But most of all, Matthew lived. He lived his life to the fullest.I
can’t help but to feel now that this change from such a happy and beautiful
summer to the approaching winter is going to be extremely difficult, and at
times unbearable. I believe this is
going to be the coldest and hardest winter of my lifetime. Matthew’s smile will not wake me with the
morning light. His precious laugh will
not carry on the softly blowing breezes.
The trees will lose their leaves.
The flowers will cease to bloom.
Even nature will mourn with us.But
the Lord never once disappointed us.
After every winter, there follows a spring. A time of hope. A time of rebirth. A time of new beginnings. Our pain will be great, a loss so deep it may
feel almost suffocating at times. But
there is always hope. The flowers will
bloom again. The trees will come back to
life. The Lord takes care of all His
children. And He promises to ease our
pain. The Lord promises a spring to
come, although we may not be able to imagine it right now… when our pain will
lessen, when our hearts will strengthen, and when we will all find our smiles
again. - I read this at my Matthew’s funeral, 09/05/2003